Lame Adventure 430: Mediocrity Cast in Terry Cloth

Possibly you’re like me: whenever you think of sculpture your mind wanders in the direction of monuments to greatness. Solid structures cast in bronze revering brilliant and usually, long dead contributors to culture, society or politics — memorials destined to withstand the test of time.

Legendary three term New York City mayor Fiorello LaGuardia applauding the weather at LaGuardia Place in Greenwich Village.

Bonus sculpture: dancing farm animals I happen to like.

Then, there’s the monument from one blogger, specifically Lois over at My Cruise Stories, to another, specifically me. The choice of material, terry cloth, is spot on for the blogosphere and perfect for the author of Lame Adventures. The fact that this towel sculpture is destined to withstand the test of bath time truly tickles my funny bone.

Immortalized with the greats and great bath mats.

Thanks Lois!

To learn how to create towel sculptures and to read Lois’ s blog about the cruise ship industry (she’s quite an entertaining authority) click here.

OMG! I just had a look … wow! V, I want you to know that I have been stopping by for the last little while, lurking but not commenting as I dug my way out of my editing cave. Now I have some breathing time to get back in on the fun!

That’s great, Smak — and thanks for sharing! Isn’t that wild when it happens? Recently, that occurred about something between my friend, Coco, and me. Unfortunately, my mind has a hole in it the size of the sky so I don’t recall what that something was.

Hey, how many six-year-olds do you have? Are we talking a pair or more?

V, that’s awesome you have a towel monument! That is incredibly cool, man. How can I get one? Does she make them? I will pay her a visit. I’m just marveling at all the art work you have in the city. We are art starved in surburbia. Love the sheep!

Amy, it is a privilege to be honored in terrycloth by such an accomplished towel sculptor. I will never look at a washcloth in quite the same way again. New York is indeed an art lover’s paradise, but the dancing sheep actually hail from an art gallery I visited in the Napa Valley in 2011.